Anyone Can Be A Fisherman In May.

I Would Take Anything I Love And Throw It Off The Highest Cliff You Ever Saw And Not Wait To Hear It Bounce.

I’m Not Brave Any More Darling. I’m All Broken. They’ve Broken Me.

I Kissed Her Hard And Held Her Tight And Tried To Open Her Lips; They Were Closed Tight.

Things May Not Be Immediately Discernible In What A Man Writes, And In This Sometimes He Is Fortunate; But Eventually They Are Quite Clear And By These And The Degree Of Alchemy That He Possesses He Will Endure Or Be Forgotten.

Every Day Above Earth Is A Good Day.